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I'll take it from here.

Where's Shaw?

Sameen risked everything at the Stock
Exchange.

You think she's dead.

What's our final destination?

I've traced the truck to these new
coordinates

to what looks like a small town upstate.

We're late.

66 hours. A rescue's overdue.

Sameen's gonna kill us.

She can't fault us for lack of effort.

You've caused mayhem over five states.

And we only have one clue to show for it.

One clue is plenty. It narrows focus.

If she's in the truck.

We find the truck, we find Sameen.

Don't give up on her, Harold.

I haven't lost hope.

So this is where the truck disappeared?

Maple, New York.

Remember, our enemy is watching.

And beyond the reach of our mesh net,

we need to speak with discretion and
tread carefully.

What's today's cover?

Detective Alice Ginsburg.

You got a new partner, Columbo.

Lionel's gonna love that.

That reminds me.

I need to ask his assistance.

Good luck.

And please...

be safe.

We will, Harold.

Detective?

Sorry to just drop in.

What's the news?

Sadly, none.

How are you holding up?

Just dandy.

Got the captain on my ass about the
absenceof my partner.

Tap dancing as fast as I can.

I'm sure you're quite busy.

Glasses.

You didn't come here to check on my
mental health, did you?

No, there was a small matter, but I can
take care of it.

It one of those people needs saving?

I'm all over it.

I don't want to distract you.

I need some air anyway.

Can't breathe in here.

Unless Samaritan likes hot chocolate
and cider,

we might've taken a wrong turn.

We haven't.

The Founders' Day committee would like
to thank everyone

involved in putting on this fair,

especially Mayor Dowd.

Today we celebrate 212 years of history
in Maple,

the biggest little manufacturing hub in
upstate.

Town could use a better tagline.

When you kidnapped Finch,

the Machine helped me to find you.

We should ask it for a clue.

I did.

She doesn't know anything more than we do.

There's only two roads into and out of
Maple.

Local PD should have security footage
from the toll booths.

I don't see why Samaritan would have
spirited Shaw

all the way out to Pleasantville.

Don't judge a town by its cider.

Monsters love small towns.

Have you found him yet, Detective?

Yeah.

Some schlub here with a tyke.

The man is Albert Weiss.

He's a sales associate at the Prime
Hardware in Jersey City.

He's in town to visit his niece, Rosie.

This guy's a puppy that's been kicked too
often.

Who'd want to kill a sad sack like that?

Glasses,

someone else got eyes on this guy.

Remember Dani Silva?

Detective Silva is watching Mr. Weiss?

Perhaps she has some information.

She's IA.

Even if I wasn't in your league of
misfits, I'd steer clear.

Damn it.

Catching some sun in the park?

You on a job, or you playing hooky, Fusco?

What, are you gonna write me up?

Nah.

I'm out of Internal Affairs.

I transferred to Gang Division.

You here for that guy?

He's in some kind of trouble, right?

I think so.

Weiss shows up in a couple cold missing
person cases.

He's on two different witness lists.

Cases are years apart.

Maybe he stumbled across something,

knows too much for his own good.

Whatever he's into, it's bad news.

We need to take a look at your security
tapes.

Chief, NYPD here to see you.

Someone didn't join the Mickey Mouse Club.

The hell brings NYPD here?

We're investigating a homicide.

That so?

Nothing like that in Maple.

Triple homicide in Brooklyn.

Perp fled this way in a refrigerated
truck.

We need to check your surveillance tapes,

see if he passed through.

A truck,

If that's all right with you.

Chief Wicker.

Call me Wick.

Come on, then.

Look at you.

Some kind of whiz kid?

I'm good with computers.

I got skills too.

You ever fired a Remington 870P shotgun?

Fight between a computer and one of
those,

I'll tell you which would win.

Serious stuff for a peaceful town.

Wick loves his guns.

You know, Wick had a scandal a while back.

Abuse of power.

But last summer,

the mayor jumped him all the way to
chief.

Lucky son of a gun.

Some kids are outside spraying graffiti
on those patrol cars.

What?

One piece of footage is corrupted.

I'm gonna need to take a look at the hard
backups.

The DVDs are locked in storage.

You want 'em, you're gonna have to let me
in on the case...

Over drinks.

Sure.

If I can find the time.

Don't be coy.

I don't like coy.

Coy's not my thing either.

I never thought I'd say this...

but you got to be more careful.

You found the truck.

It entered Maple and never left.

Shaw's still here in town.

Hold on, Shaw.

We're close.

Welcome to Maple.

What brings you to town?

Catching up with a friend.

How long you two had this place?

Laura bought it a half year ago.

Larry, go help her with that.

I'm fine.

This doesn't weigh a thing.

You sure I can't give you a hand?

Thanks. I'd rather not be disturbed.

I've got business to attend to.

You elevate abduction to an art.

Always travel with an empty suitcase.

Never know what you might pick up.

Yeah, but anyone who realizes the chief
is gone,

they're gonna come looking for us.

We're fighting a clock now.

We're already on a clock.

The longer it takes us to find Sameen...

Our rival hid the truck footage.

Maybe they're hiding something else.

Your surveillance.

Any other footage corrupted in the last
couple of days?

I don't know who the hell you think
you are,

but you two better hope--

Answer the question, Chief.

Setup's buggy, video disappears time to
time.

Not recently, though.

When footage is corrupted,

is it concentrated to a geographic area?

How should I know?

What's this got to do with anything in
my juris--

You talk so much and say so little.

I found the truck.

It has an eagle-shaped hood ornament.

I spoke to a rest stop waitress who had
seen it.

It was abandoned three days ago.

It's been impounded.

Let's move...

as soon as I make Wick more comfortable.

Here's a list of the missing person cases
by date.

I got Weiss' credit card statements for
the last eight years,

extracted the days that he was in town.

What? I got 'em from a friend.

No one's got your back on this one, huh?

No, I don't have departmental approval.

One of the missing persons was my
witness.

I got to find out what happened.

Dog with a bone.

You'll make a good detective,

terrible spouse.

Nine times, Weiss was in the city.

Nine times, the dates match missing
persons.

That's more than just a pattern.

No way.

This guy's scared of his own shadow.

You think he's the angel of death?

I don't know, he worked at a hardware
store.

Wouldn't be hard for him to get materials
to make bodies go away.

Come on.

This guy wouldn't murder a fly.

100 pounds of lye was stolen from his
hardware store a few years ago.

That would disappear, well...

a whole lot of bodies.

All the victims had gang connections.

I'm thinking murder for hire.

So you're saying that gangs paid this guy

to take out sensitive targets?

I think it's perfect.

He looks more like a Maytag man than he
does a hit man.

You'd never see him coming.

Works clean. He's never been caught.

So gangs start using him as a freelancer.

So if he's back in town,

that means some sap's about to take a
bath in lye.

I'm coming with.

Weiss killed my witness.

Thanks, but I got this.

Look, if we're right about this,

you're in over your head with this guy.

You got to deal with me.

I think I know where he is.

You got a nicer tie?

What? It's my lucky tie.

Eyes on the road.

Keep your mind on navigating.

Can't afford to lose any more time.

You really are sure she's alive.

You know about Schrodinger's cat?

There's a cat trapped in a box with
something lethal.

There's a 50% chance the cat's been killed,

but until you open the box,

there's no way to know one way or the
other.

Quantum physics says before you open the
box,

the cat isn't dead or alive.

It's both.

What about after you open the box?

Reality collapses back onto itself.

Cat's either alive, or it's dead.

We're gonna see reality soon.

But you don't bet against Shaw.

No.

Nothing kills that cat.

Guy's truck's out back.

Something bothering you?

No, just you clean up nice. Who would have
thunk?

So what's Weiss doing here?

High tea.

Weiss brought his niece here for the
past two days.

I think he's casing a target.

All his previous victims have
disappeared from their workplaces.

Left his niece at home.

He's about to make his move.

Who's his mark?

It's my mother. I got to take this.

How's your back, Ma?

Your mother?

Honestly, Detective.

The restaurant employs one waiter with
gang connections:

Marcus Young.

He lives in territory controlled by the
280 gang.

Perhaps another gang wants him to
disappear.

You think a banger works here?

He's here. Got to go.

That's Weiss' target.

No need for violence.

All right, we're having tea, remember?

Bullets go great with tea.

No, let's do this the easy way.

Let me handle it, please.

Hands in the sky.

You talking to me, Detective?

What are you doing in here?

I was told the bathroom was this way.

You're under arrest for trespassing.

What? It was an honest mistake.

I didn't do anything.

Yeah, you did. You resisted arrest.

Come on, let's give them some air.

What's going on here?

What the hell are you doing?

Please, no!

I'll do anything you say, just don't hurt
me again.

We've arrived, Harold.

Let's hope the truck is here.

Please be careful.

Thanks for letting us in.

I don't care, dude. Go to town.

Guy reeks of tequila, and it's 3:00 P.M.

Looks like Founders' Day is the new Cinco
de Mayo.

His name is Mason Bauer,

deadbeat trust funder

whose fund crashed four months ago.

This is the first job he's had.

We're here with Willy Clark, the luckiest
guy in Maple.

What are you gonna do with the money?

I don't know, man. I don't know.

But I knew today was gonna be great.

If I was Mason, I'd be drinking too.

Homeless man just hit the jackpot.

Luck is in the air.

That's our truck.

Did you find her?

She's not in the truck.

This is a medical drill and saw.

Lost a lot of blood.

Maybe they were trying to save her,

but this doesn't look good.

I'm so sorry, John, Samantha.

It's not over yet. We'll find her.

The truck came here for a reason.

Were they taking Sameen to a hospital?

I've already hacked the hospital's server.

They haven't admitted anyone with her
injuries.

Why would agents shoot Sameen in the
head

only to try to patch her up?

Our enemy has strange methods.

It found a use for her.

Does the hospital have a neurosurgeon?

I'm sending you his address.

But please expedite a blood sample for
analysis

and verify that it is Sameen's before any
heads roll.

Heads won't roll yet.

The people who hurt her deserve special
attention.

Dr. Victor Haskell?

We need to talk.

Where is Sameen Shaw?

I don't know who that is.

You worked on her three nights ago.

I haven't performed any surgeries in
months.

I was fired.

But I got a call that night.

Someone was performing a craniotomy.

He needed my advice.

It wasn't going well.

Then he hung up. I don't know who it was.

The number was blocked.

Did you call the police?

Why not?

Bad things happen here when you ask
questions.

Six months ago,

Maple was on the verge of collapse.

80% of the town worked for the textile
factory,

but business was moving overseas.

Then a corporation bought it,

Carrow.

Saved everyone's jobs,

saved Maple.

Then things changed.

People protesting Carrow were killed.

In a manner.

The mayor tried to get the factory to
phase out their diesel generators.

Then someone leaked the paper
information

implicating the mayor in corruption.

He ended up taking his own life.

And the new mayor, six months ago,

he was a gas station attendant.

What's that got to do with you?

I was on the city council.

I was framed for medical malpractice.

Is the factory still in textiles?

No, Ms. Thompson runs the factory,
epurposed it.

They make a tech thing now.

Transponders.

We need to talk to Ms. Thompson.

This is her.

We saw her speak at the town square.

You ask questions about the factory,
you'll wind up dead.

She controls everything.

Don't worry about us, Doctor.

Samaritan runs the factory.

Welcome to Maple.

Won't happen again, sir.

Thank you, Detective.

IA told me if I go within 100 feet of
that guy,

I'll be suspended.

What makes a man like Mr. Weiss become
a killer?

Guy like that, living an unhappy life,

answers an unorthodox Craigslist ad,

finds he likes it.

Some people are called to be killers.

I found a lead.

Weiss owns a home in Brooklyn under a
false name.

So, um...

any news?

I'm afraid things aren't looking good.

We should be prepared for an unfavorable
outcome.

Just say it plain.

She's dead, right?

I got a lead.

House in Brooklyn owned by Weiss.

You talk to the banger yet?

He's not a banger.

Checked the Gang Division files.

He's a witness.

Saw a bigwig from the 280 gang kill
three guys,

but he won't testify.

Marcus Young?

Thanks for coming in.

You.

I saw what you did to that guy.

You're in danger.

The 280 gang hired that guy to shut
you up.

That old man?

Got to be kidding me.

That old man's got a mean streak.

Detective Fusco here will take you
someplace safe.

I'm gonna go find that hit man.

Weiss is dangerous.

We need to work on this together.

You got yourself sidelined.

I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.

Watch your back, now.

I'm a winner. I'm a winner!

That's Mason from the impound lot.

He shot the guy who won the lottery.

One guy's fortune goes up in smoke.

Another guy wins the lottery.

Maybe Samaritan came here for the
factory,

but it's expanded its grip to the whole
community.

It's playing with people's lives. Why?

Look.

There's our mark.

Bring the car around.

This is horrible.

Founders' Day is ruined.

For that hooligan to do this today--

I know. I know.

Oh, my God.

Where's Weiss?

He must have run off. You all right?

You let him escape?

Nothing useful on her phone, Harold.

Swept the B&B. It's clean.

We have to move fast.

Your little voice finally tell you
something about Sameen?

No, but Ms. Thompson will.

At a minimum, she may know

what our rival is making in the factory

and how it's manipulating the people of
Maple.

If it re-creates this in other cities,

countless people will suffer.

Right now, I only care about one person,
Harold.

I'm gonna take first swing at this.

All right?

You get ten minutes.

I'm warning you,

the police will come looking for me.

I wouldn't bet on it.

I'd introduce myself, but you already
know us.

What did you do with Sameen?

Who?

You know, little firecracker, brown hair.

I don't know who you mean.

Hope you've got a good physical therapist
in town.

I don't know anything.

I do what I'm told. I follow the
instructions.

What instructions?

Emails

telling me where to go,

what to say, places to leave things,

find other things.

I do what I'm told.

I get to live a nice life.

If I don't...

They kill you.

My real name is Maryann Holst.

Six months ago, I was working at a CVS
in Pittsburgh.

Had a heart attack.

I woke up with a new pacemaker at the
Maple Hospital.

A blonde woman told me I'd been given a
new job,

a second chance,

but I don't know anything.

You're a good liar,

but I'm losing my patience now.

And you don't want me to turn you over

to my colleague here.

She's telling the truth.

Maryann Holst officially died in
Pittsburgh six months ago.

It's her.

Doesn't matter.

She's an agent now.

I put you on a private line.

John, you cannot allow Samantha to take
over the interrogation.

It will lead to the torture and possible
murder

of a woman who may well be innocent.

Even if she was just obeying orders, she's
responsible.

Our friend is gone.

I feel Sameen's loss as acutely as you,

but we can't become monsters.

Thompson is hiding something.

And if I can't get it out of her,

she can.

My ears are burning.

Do I get to come out and play?

Please, let me try. Please?

Ms. Thompson, the transponders you make at
the factory,

what do they do?

I don't know. I swear to God.

Why did your supervisors turn the town
on its head?

What is the goal?

I think they want to make people happy.

I've given so many people new jobs at the
factory,

jobs they're suited to.

Everyone is so happy.

What about Dr. Haskell and the dead mayor?

I doubt they're happy.

The blonde woman told me a few must be
displaced

so that the majority may thrive.

Everyone rewarded according to their
abilities.

But the things we saw today--

There have been some recent changes.

Mason shooting that poor man...

Things have fallen out of balance,

like we're being punished.

It isn't punishment. It's studying us.

Our enemy hasn't had the time to learn
the intricacies of human nature,

so it's turned Maple into its own little
ant farm.

It took a broken town and rearranged the
populace.

First, it made things perfect.

Then it decided to see what happens if
you shake the ant farm.

I promise, I never meant for anyone to
get hurt.

That's not good enough.

She's our only lead.

But she doesn't know anything.

I haven't asked her yet.

Your people used this on our friend.

Where is she?

John, you have to stop her.

Thompson is a puppet.

Thompson's lying.

She knows something.

We are not beasts.

A little beastliness is just the thing
now and then.

I saw her. I saw the brunette woman.

Please don't do this.

Where?

They were taking her into the factory.

I can help you. I can help you get inside.

I'm sorry that I lied.

I had to. They'll kill me.

Thank you for telling us.

Honesty is always the best policy.

John!

Final question.

You lie, this goes in your skull.

When you saw our friend...

was she alive?

Yes.

Doesn't matter what happened or what you
saw in that basement.

You broke into his house.

He fired shots because he thought his
life was in danger.

That's all the DA's gonna hear.

There's a kill room in that house.

Yeah, if it still exists. Good luck
getting a warrant now.

If you hadn't shot up the basement,

maybe I would have gotten a confession
out of him.

I saved your ass.

I don't need you to save me.

I couldn't stand to lose someone today.

Listen, I went through the missing person
cases

and saw one other cop pulled those files
last year:

Bill Buchanan from Jersey City police.

Then he went home

and took a carbon monoxide nap in his
garage.

Maybe old Billy made the same
connections we did

and got a little too close,

so Weiss made him disappear.

And now he might want to do the same to
the both of us.

I hope he tries.

Here we go.

Remember, one false move, you're dead.

So have fun.

Evening, Ms. Thompson.

Hello, Dave.

What brings you around so late?

Just giving my cousins a tour.

Of course.

Welcome to Carrow.

The security suite is in here.

My password is...

Unnecessary.

We'll have to move quickly after I shut
down the cameras and alarms.

It's just a skeleton crew tonight.

It's not them I'm worried about.

Microdots.

Invisible GPS trackers, probably.

They are transponders.

Stick these on your tech equipment,

your kid's backpack, your keys.

Carrow will keep track of it all.

That sounds useful, right?

Samaritan will have constant location
data on everything.

But it wouldn't have brought Shaw here

to put a tracker on her.

Where did they take her?

There, but I don't have access.

That area's classified.

You're on your own from here.

When the shooting starts, duck.

It's polite to knock.

Weiss.

You were gonna make it look like she
hung herself.

Cute.

I swore I'd never get caught.

Yeah, you're gonna have to break that
promise.

No, I don't think so.

Here come the fireworks.

Today's not the day to screw with us.

You get one chance to run.

Time's up.

Try to be nice, and this is what happens.

Come on, Ms. Thompson.

This is the factory's real project.

These are neural implants

to prevent seizures in people with
epilepsy

or brain damage.

But look here.

Transponder.

The implants can relay information to
Samaritan.

Watching the people of Maple isn't enough.

It wants to study us on an
electrochemical level.

They're gonna stick one of these in Shaw.

We really are just pets to it.

Pets don't carry guns.

Come on.

Please, don't shoot.

Look.

Sameen?

John, Samantha.

The blood from the truck--

the test came back--

it isn't Sameen's.

Please let me go home.

Who are you?

Delia Jones.

You were in the truck?

It was you the whole time?

Have there been any other patients here
in the past three days?

No, just her.

We followed the wrong clues, Finch.

Why was Delia at the stock exchange?

She was a secretary there.

She must have been shot in the firefight.

They got rid of the witnesses,

but it seems that they brought Delia
here

to test the neural implant.

Root?

Your friend left.

She found the reinforcements.

We have to take Delia with us.

I need to stay behind.

I'm quitting my job.

Good luck.

When they track you down, remember this.

By taking orders without question,

you've destroyed this town.

You deserve what's coming to you.

John, they'll be trying to turn the
cameras back on.

Hide your face.

Root?

Root?

Good timing.

Let's get out of here.

Thanks for saving my ass.

See, that's how you show proper gratitude.

You okay?

It's my first kill.

I had to.

They ruled it a good shooting, but...

I got assigned mandatory counseling.

You stopped a killer.

You saved Marcus.

He's gonna testify against the 280 gang.

Today's a good day.

You're a real terror.

You remind me of a friend.

A couple of friends, actually.

You're gonna see a lot of death.

Heroics ain't a job you carry easy.

Dr. Enright is keeping an eye on Delia at
the safe house.

I've prepared a cover for her once she's
healed.

She'll have to hide.

What about Maple?

The factory has closed.

Samaritan is pulling out.

Maple may fall apart.

The people there will have to learn to
fend for themselves again.

I sent you for nothing. I'm sorry.

We saved people, Finch.

Shaw would be proud.

And she'd understand what we have to do.

Root might not, though.

Good luck.

She knows.

The Machine must know where Shaw is

and if she's alive.

But...

she won't tell me.

Ms. Groves, our only lead brought us to
the brink of disaster.

You and John came perilously close to
being discovered.

I care about her deeply.

But if only for our own sake, we have to
let her go.

You gave up on her days ago.

You really think she's dead.

I want to hold out hope.

But hope is painful.

We may never find her.

We need an answer.

I need an answer

if Sameen is alive or if she's dead.

Please, help us.

Please.

S T O P
Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

S T O P
Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

Harold, what's she saying?

S T O P
Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

S T O P
Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

- Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa. - "Stop."

S T O
Sierra. Tango. Oscar--

The Machine is asking us to stop looking
for her.

Perhaps the Machine does know.

Perhaps it has a plan.

But for our own survival, our sanity,

I believe we must reconcile ourselves

with never knowing the truth.

Otherwise, our pursuit of it will consume
us entirely.

Good-bye, Harold.

If this is the afterlife,

it sucks.

I sincerely hope you managed to get some
rest,

my dear Sameen.

You're going to need it.